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looking down at his crotch and not up at his face. He didn’t want her to know how much she delighted him.
    Finally the buckle released.
    “Now take off my belt and present it to me.”
    She gave a long, firm tug, her body moving about a bit on the desk. After she’d removed the belt, she folded it in half, and extended her arms toward him.
    He accepted the offering. “Expensive leather was meant for your fine ass, Alani.”
    She didn’t answer, and he didn’t push.
    “You’ll count each stripe aloud and thank me.”
    This time, when she didn’t answer, he dug his hand into her hair, near her scalp, and pulled her head back harshly. “Do I need to repeat myself, Alani?”
    Her eyes were darker than they had been before.
    “No, Sir,” she whispered. “I’ll count each one and thank you, Sir.”
    Interesting. Her tone changed when she was going deeper inside her head, being acquiescent rather than assertive. Step one. At least she wasn’t trying to manipulate him. “Back into position.”
    She gripped the desk again and shifted her hips slightly. Her head was turned to the right, her cheekbone pressed against the sealed wood. He moved behind her. He noticed her cunt was wetter now than it had been. Suddenly he was hungry to sink his cock deep inside her hot pussy.
    It’d been a while since he’d beat a woman. He was methodical in his approach to BDSM. Every hit was intentionally placed; he caused no accidental pain.
    He crossed to one of the chairs she’d moved against the wall. She moved her head, probably hoping to see what he was doing, but he was far enough behind her that he remained out of view.
    He placed the buckle against his palm and then wrapped the belt around his hand once. He flexed his wrist, feeling the familiar responsiveness of the leather.
    He sighted in on a mark on the chair’s arm and swung. The tip of the belt landed in the exact spot he’d chosen.
    Alani murmured.
    Deliberately he paused, letting her anticipation build.
    He changed his stance and his hold on the belt and placed a few more hits, this time with the thick part of it.
    Satisfied he could control his swing, he walked toward her. He turned at a slight angle and then spread his legs for balance.
    She lifted her ass just a bit in a silent invitation. He smiled. Had he instructed her to prepare for the punishment, he would have been pleased. But the little painslut was obviously trying to direct his lash.
    She was in for a surprise.
    “Beg,” he instructed.
    “Please,” she said right away. “I want to feel your belt on my ass, Sir. I want you to beat me, to punish me. Make me cry, Sir, make me hurt.” Then she whispered, “Please. Please, please. I want it.”
    Nathaniel didn’t give either of them any more time to think.
    He landed the first hit hard on the back of her thighs, just above her knees.
    Alani cried out. The leather had to have stung. She was likely not prepared for the strike in that area. Most doms would have gone for the obvious, her upper thighs or her hot, rounded ass.
    He liked delivering the unexpected hit. That he’d added a bite of pain was a double bonus. “I’m waiting, Alani.”
    “One. Thank you, Sir!”
    Before she’d finished expressing her gratitude, he placed another stripe on her right thigh, directly on top of the first. He flicked his wrist so that the tip of the belt provided a wicked bite. He took no break between the strokes, delivering the third to her left leg.
    Her body jerked, and she expelled a breath from between her teeth as she moved back into position.
    “Two and three, Sir.”
    She took a breath. Maybe to regain her composure? Even through the silk of her stockings, he could see that her skin had reddened. A thin, welted line had appeared.
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    “Where would you like the next one?”
    “Sir?”
    “Choose.”
    “Beneath my buttocks, Sir.”
    “What are you being punished for?”
    “For being disrespectful, Sir.”
    He adjusted his stance and